I'm tired of trying to prove myself
I just want to lose myself
You'll lose me soon
I'll hold a gun up to my head
I'll do it in this room.
If that's what it takes to be believed,
Than that's just what I'll do.
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Poetry for Dying to
PoesiaThis is a poetry book mainly consisting of freelance poetry and deep thoughts. It may make you think about the deeper aspects of life. It will not be complete any time soon, but will be added to as time goes on. Everything here is mine, and mine on...
